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yank: Yikes, I hear it too! bird: Yes, yes, the bomb! Ticking, ticking! yank: Wait a minute, that's only my alarm clock. (He climbs down from stump, pulls clock from behind bush, climbs back up into stump with it.) I'm going into hibernation this morning. I think 111 be down all winter this trip. bird: But what do you need an alarm clock for? yank: I set it to wake me up every half hour to take a little peanut butter and bread. After all, one can't sleep all the time. bird: Every half hour— yank: Every hour on Sunday, the day of rest. bird: Are you blind? How can you sleep with the bomb ready to go off any moment. Ticking, ticking— |
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